Kupatwa Wakazi

A place of dreams, a place of war. Rich with horror, rich with lore. A world written on scorched lips and forever bound in Eclipse

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Their ritual has ended. Ours is still hours away.

But the warm embrace of our sun brings us hope, fills us with the will to fight once again.

And the sound of their dying drums fills me with glee.

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Lunar Eclipse

Our voice has been dimmed, silenced for a short time, but our lives still move with the cycles. The daystar moves across the sky marking the end of the night, and we retract our claws, put our true selves behind the fragile bodies that we inhabit.

Waiting silently for our voice to return, waiting for a chance to once again hunt among the wild animals, ripping the hearts of our enemies out of their rib cages with our bare hands.

Barbaric, brutal, primitive, violent.

Words that mean nothing to us. We are what we are; the shadows that hide in the night.

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Goth Witch by HELMUTTT

Do not remove the source

T’is never cold in our lands; we know nothing of this white rain our voice speaks of. Watching your world wither away makes for interesting discoveries. Ah, how the night grants such a vivid beauty to the bright colors of the dying leaves.

Yet, your land is never quiet, never a minute without the haunting screams of those lost in your daytime.

The daydwellers have a rather different perspective about the Pale Sun, and about its people. Fragile darkskins shiver and break if they were to be awake at our time; frozen and broken, like a flower trapped in what you know as an ice block.

[groteleur]

[grand-arts]

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Vodou by Scebiqu

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Dark Hunter – fantasy art by Jakub Rozalski

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Concept art by bayardwu

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My Ancestors by   DusanMarkovic

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Personal art 2 by Evgeniy Shatrow

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Diablo III Reaper of souls Contest by ourlak

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Adhiambo

He is an odd one, that human, though I am not displeased with his vision of me. T’will be quite intriguing to see where his digital adventures will guide me, and how much he can keep up with the ways of my people.

I will not hold back, and I will destroy everyone who stands in my way.

The daydwellers will pay for what they have done.

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The Druid by Nathie Block

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Justice

Original artist, title and source unknown

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Caught your Scent... by dypsomaniart

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Applibot Illustration by alexnegrea

I am the other, the darkened shadows that hunt beside her. The daydweller she travels with has not yet seen me, just as my nightdweller has not seen her. Do not ask us why we slither along the sides of these petty beings, for the answer can only be found when the voice tells our tale.

Sssoon, young one, you will see a side to our world that no one knows of.

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Eclipse Cycle

Our world is far from the one you know, and our nights and days are but one of many ways to see this. Each day ends in an eclipse of the sun, giving way to the moon’s time to shine, letting us stretch with the shadows as they embrace the lands.

But as our life start at the shadowing of the sun, their lives start at the shadowing of the moon. In the hours between night and day, we spend our time praying, giving tribute to our gods so that we may live to see another full cycle.

Their tribute are a sight of horror: Statues and tokens crafted from the bones of their enemies, empowering them to keep fighting, as a sing of appreciation that their Goddess helped them win. The bones of their fallen are offered as payment, for a safe passage to the beyond.

We bury our dead. Offer their dying corpses to the earth that keeps us safe.

And yet, they call us savage.